It Really Wasn't Planned

A homoerotic
tale by Anthony Thomas [Ant-Boy], that's not for children

Chapter Four

[If you're classified as a child in your state please go away and come
back when old enough to read about such things as M-to-M sex, S&M
practices, Water sports and all the rest.For all others – I hope you enjoy]

The
next couple of weeks passed almost before I'd realised it.
Not only did I have to get settled in to my
IT courses, luckily they appeared to be easier than expected and left me with
quite a bit of free time, I also decided that even though the moors were no
longer available for running I shouldn't give it all up.
My body was already telling me I'd been lazy
for too long and having become aware how much my fit nearly five foot ten inch
body appealed to some other men I decided to risk the traffic and purchased a
new bicycle to rush round the streets on, also signed up to a running club that
knew footpaths round the old canals and side streets and finally joined the
colleges martial arts club. When they
inspected my certificates I was asked to become a part-time instructor but I
didn't want the responsibility of anything like that, just the exercise.

At
the same time John helped to broaden my horizons in other ways.
He lent me a book `Joy of gay Sex,' which
showed me that I was not the only gay man with extreme fantasies.
I was also introduced to poppers the first
time he used a dildo between my legs and found the freedom they gave me to take
abuse and also to tell him what I'd done before on my own and what I wanted to
happen. He admitted that he'd decided to seduce me the first time we bumped
into each other, and had been hopeful that I might be up for a bit more.
He also admitted the reasons he was out late
some nights was something I'd just never thought off.

He
was being paid for sex and had it in mind that I might be willing to join him,
especially now he had some idea of my likes and limits, there were apparently
people who would pay good money to watch him use me, even more if some could
join in. The very thought of being
watched was such a turn on and the possibility of multiple use even more
so. I would have obliged for free, just
the fun of it, but somehow the idea of being paid made it even more
exciting. I agreed, such situations
could certainly be on the cards, just as long as he was with me all the time
and after I'd got some more experience.When was he actually going to fuck me for real?

He
also took me on a bus ride one day to a gay sex shop where my mind went into
overdrive and I knew just what a child let loose in a sweetshop would feel
like. Of course I wanted everything I
could see, even the items whose use I just couldn't imagine.
However, after a couple of hours I settled
for a couple of knapsacks full of various items, not before I'd spent ages
trying various combinations of straps and harness on in the changing room,
getting so excited I ended up going down on John at one point to discover half
way through he'd pulled the curtain open and we had a happy audience.
Happy boy on his knees as well.

Finally
the day arrived, I didn't know which was affecting me more, being fucked for
the first time or the fact there would be an audience.
Both ideas worried and turned me on at the
same time. Then there was the problem of
deciding what to wear to start the evening off and what to change into when the
party went private. I knew now there
would be lockers we could leave clothes and stuff in, the club room were
actually an old sports pavilion built alongside the pub that became redundant
when the playing fields were built on hence the large tiled area with
large bath, showers, open trough urinal
next to a lounge area and bar.

I
asked John to check on my proposed apparel, or lack of it, for the
evening. He said the metal ring fastened
behind my shaved cock and balls looked good but was unsure about the weight
ring on my balls until I told him I'd worn it several times now and like the
feeling of stretching it gave me. Trainers
with short socks, sleeveless T, sleeveless jacket and thin football shorts were
also OK with him and at his suggestion I did without any underwear, the shorts
being somewhat longer than my usual rugger ones.
That just left my new poppers inhaler on a
cord round my neck and, at his suggestion leather wrist and ankle straps.

The
very thought of standing round in the pub dressed like that, not to mention
walking through the streets beforehand made me feel somewhat apprehensive, even
fearful, but it was that nervous apprehension that added a drug like edge to
the evening and the slightly scared ex country boy who left the building in
John's company was a very different person to the one who's turned up a couple
of weeks back. I was going to be on
display to a lot of men, later on quite naked, and I was going to be fucked for
the first time by a real live black cock right in front of them as opposed to
private play with a dildo. Keeping my
erection under control was an almost impossible task and I seemed to be walking
almost all the time with an obvious bulge at the front of my thin pants.

Once
inside the pub my situation only got worse - or better, depending how you
looked at it. Everybody it seemed was looking
at me, when possible touching me in passing.I felt even more naked than if I'd actually striped.
It seemed that John had passed word round
about the later entertainment and the private party later was going to be
full. I'd become aware my body drew a
lot of attention and had thought it just because of being a new face but the
comments from the few people I'd come to know had dissuaded me that it was so
simple and the financial offers John had hinted at
sounded interesting.
The thought of being paid to allow others to
see and use my body, maybe even abuse it if things went that way!
I just had to think of something else.

My
erection was now full blown, even after I slipped my hands inside to make some
adjustments it pressed out in an obvious point from my groin and my balls,
weighted down by the metal ring, swung about unimpeded between my thighs as I
walked over to what I now thought of as our usual table.
I could feel myself getting heated up,
whether from starting to blush or being aroused I didn't know, my cock was
starting to tell me it wanted attention, hard attention, I swear that if many
more hands had so accidently brushed across my groin or backside it would have
shot a load without any action from anybody else.

Hans
and Stan were already seated there and the cool pint they pushed toward me was
half emptied in relief the moment I rested my back against the wall.
It never crossed my mind to use a chair,
after all there were people here who wanted to look at me, to imagine their
fantasies out on me and, to be fair, I was imagining enough fantasies of how I
might get used in the future if tonight went well myself. Somehow the next hour was gone before I knew
it, so had several pints leaving me just a little light headed not to mention in
need of some bladder relief. Not quite
so lightheaded that I didn't notice tickets being handed over as others moved
through to the club rooms and from overheard conversation I discovered John was
being paid for what was supposed to follow.At the lockers he just told me strip and handed me a small strip of
towelling in return to wrap round my waist and, nearly falling over in the
process, I obeyed happily just telling him that, right now a toilet was
becoming rather more pressing but his response was to lead me to the centre of
the tiled shower room rather than the urinals and show me my first sling.

It
was more or less as I'd expected from my readings, heavy chains from the
ceiling and leather straps to lie on.John showed me how to lay down and the thrill, if that was what to call
it, as he lifted my legs bend over higher straps and to attach my ankle straps
leaving my arse only covered by that little bit of towel and my legs held open
and apart. For a moment my thoughts of
requiring a piss were forgotten and when he merely raised my hands to grasp the
chains above my head I asked him why they were not attached as like my ankles.

`Do
you want to be tied down then?'

You
intend to hurt me don't you? Wouldn't it
be best to restrict my movements?'

He
went to clip my wrist restraints where they were but I asked him quietly to
pull them tighter and to fasten the straps I'd seen hanging below the sling
around my body. All this time other men
had been closing in around us and the knowledge my near naked body was now
constrained and open to their view brought my erection back to full mast and my
mind to ask if it really wanted to be in this position.
John pulled the towel from my groin allowing
my cock full exposure and as it sprang to attention my weighted balls bounced
down between my open thighs.

The
next thing I knew John was placing a poppers bottle at my nose and tying the
towel across my eyes.

`Trust
me! OK?'

I
grunted. There were hands on my body; I
had no idea who they belonged to, several sets at least.
I could hear heavy breathing, grunting and
whispered comments. Fingers brushed
across my face, my lips, tweaked lightly at my nipples.
More pulled at my cock, lightly squeezed my
balls, then, someone's were fingering the lips of my hole. I couldn't help gasping as my body shivered in
expectation and most of the handling stopped.

`Are
you OK?' somebody asked.

`Yes!
Please don't stop.
Do what you want.'

Johns
voice in my ear, `Are you sure?'

`Yes!
Do me now please, fuck me.
Don't wait any longer.'

It
was all getting to me, I wanted others to see my body violated and abused, I
wanted everything that I dare not mention, well not yet at any rate but a cock
up my hole for the first time would be a start.

I
felt some cold jell squeezed up there and then what could only be a firm hot
length of living man flesh probe at my entrance.
Even there it felt different to the fingers
and dildos I'd played with for the past few years. Then it was suddenly pushed through
my arse lips with a jerk that made me yelp, as much in surprise at how easily
he entered as with the slight discomfort of being stretched.
That wasn't so bad I just had time to think
to myself before he continued his invasion of my body, slowly but surely each
little thrust in and out stretching me further and entering deeper until with a
thud I felt throughout my whole body his cock came up against an obstruction.
It hurt. Each time he pulled back and
thrust forward again it hurt. My eyes
were watering under their blindfold and the yelps escaping from my mouth in
between gasping breaths were increasing in volume, this was no inanimate object
violating my body, this was hot black living flesh, harder and stiffer than
anything that had been up there before.Something had to give and it would have to be me.

`Push back out against me,' I heard him say
with an edge of frustration at his failure to obtain the dominance of my body
he felt necessary.

My
overfull bladder came more fully to mind and I answered, `If I do I'm liable to
piss myself.'

`Whatever,'
he put his hands under my buttocks to raise them slightly and thrust forcibly
forward and it all happened at once. My
weighted balls slammed up against his groin as he achieved his goal and at the
moment I became aware of the fact my bladder let loose with a gush, he told me
later right up his chest and bouncing off his chin, before he grabbed hold of
my cock harshly and directed the stream back over my body, splashing my
face.Don't ever let anybody tell you it's
difficult to piss lying down, it's not when your bladder is over full and somebody's
cock is ploughing your arse and punishing your prostrate.
The only problem is in deciding which feeling
gives you the most pleasure, as one pressure decreased the other
increased.

His
hands were now back on my buttocks, holding them apart to allow deeper
penetration, every thrust hurt, every thrust bounced my balls until somebody's
hands pulled them out of the way, every thrust left me crying out in pain and
crying for more. My face was as wet from
the tears seeping from beneath the towelling blindfold as it were from the
earlier piss shower, my body was being handles, my nipples were going to be
raw, and poppers came and went. All
around I could hear gasping and moans, `fuck him harder,' `make him feel it,'
`give him a night to remember,' `rape the boy.'

He
was doing that now with a vengeance, pulling almost right out and with no
hesitation plunging back in, forcing his hot throbbing cock past that bony
obstruction as if it weren't there. I
wanted to see him, wanted him to see me, to see in my face he was hurting me
and I wanted to see his enjoyment in the fact.I almost screamed for somebody to remove my blindfold.
I had to see.

All
I could see were naked and half naked bodies of, so it seemed, all sizes and
colours you could think off, surrounding me and busily wanking off if not using
their hands to explore my body, sometime both.As my eyes focused the first of them blew his load of hot steaming man
juice over my chest, then stepped back to be replaced by another.
Lowering my gaze my eyes focused down between
my legs where an almost unrecognizable shining black body soaked with sweat,
and I discovered later my piss, was doing his best to drive a tunnel from one
end of my body to the other. His eyes
seemed glazed and inside his open mouth gasping for breath as much as mine was
I could see his brilliant white teeth clenched, almost grinding.
I didn't think he was focused on anything
except his need for release.

Then
something made him look up and our eyes clicked.
`Good?'I could only grunt. `He squeezed
my fully erect prick hard, `Hurts eh?'Another grunt. `You like the pain
don't you?' He didn't sound surprised,
was I that transparent? I nodded, about
the only part of my body I could move strapped into the sling as I was.
He squeezed my balls and I cried out.
I've no idea how long they'd been hanging
loose again and getting punished at each and every thrust of his firm body
against between my legs, I only knew they felt tender and bruised and I wanted
more. I wanted to cum myself but my body
wanted more abuse.

`Go
on. Fuck me!
Do it like you mean it and make me feel it.'

As
if he'd not been doing just that already.Grinning he reached up and somehow adjusted the harness holding my legs
to pull them higher and further apart before recommencing his attack, only
stopping his chat in order to breath, grinning all the time as he watched for
reaction from my face.

`I'll
string you up and beat you another time.'`Let others use you.' Have you
crying like a baby before I finish with you.'Every idea that came from his mouth only seemed to egg him on as he saw
acceptance or maybe resignation in my face.`Fuck you on a nice dirty toilet floor.'

That
last seemed to do it for him and with a cry that could have come straight over
from the Dark Continent he started to shoot hot burning stream after stream
inside my sore tender abused hole. I
thought he would never stop and neither, it seemed, would the streams falling
on the outside of my body from the happy audience.
Somebody was running their fingers over my
body, mixing the deposits together, and then bringing the fingers up to my
mouth to be sucked at greedily. I was as
close to heaven as I'd ever been and only wanted more but as John pulled back
and out with a wet plop and slightly
disgusting escape of air I know only full well there was no way I could take
another attack down there right then.

It
was strange, I'd been lying down, well strapped down in a sling if you want to
be pedantic, but was exhausted, more so than those around me it seemed.
I made no objection as some of the straps
were released, a tongue licking at my sore arse was in fact welcome, even the
one almost hovering the cum from my body but when a mouth found its way over my
straining cock It wasn't enough and I finally spoke my first real words for
some time.

`Don't
be nice to it! Make me cum, do it
hard. Please!'

A
hand took over, I don't know who, I just closed my
eyes and allowed my feelings to take over.The hand added lube and slid rapidly and tightly up and down my shaft
causing those poor weighted abused balls to thrash around up and down, back and
forth. I wanted somebody's belt across
my body, wanted a cock in my mouth but was afraid I'd bite it off, wanted more,
more, more.

I
got it. The tongue so soothingly licking
around my sore hole was replaced by a couple of fingers roughly forcing their
way back inside to feel around and I shot my load.
It exploded everywhere, stomach, cheat, even
across my face, and still the hand kept on milking until I cried out for him to
stop. My body just couldn't take
anymore.

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